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fects of tragic and sombre beauty out himself in his dissection of a criminal's of daily life's most ordinary mirage. He motives and self-exculpation, working has the secret of the great Russian under the strain and pressure of defennovelists' high poetic realism, and no sive vigilance. His “The Debit ACbody can approach him in weaving count" was artistically an advance the warp of reality with the woof of upon “In Accordance with the Evi. romance. It is disappointing that Mr. dence," and "The Story of Louie" is Percival Gibbon should not have fol- also clever, though over-detailed. lowed up his "Margaret Harding" by Another psychological novel of much another convincing study of the rela- ability with a philosophic trend is tions of the black man and the white "James Hurd" by Mr. Prowse, whose in the Dark Continent; his "Adven- subtle probing of the moral problem of tures of Miss Gregory” is too obviously euthanasia shows the influence of Mr. a concession to the taste of magazine Henry James. Miss Ethel Sidgwick's readers. Among recruits to the small "Succession" continues her absorbing band of story-tellers of native life microscopic analysis of the family hisoverseas, may single out Mr. tory of a youthful French musical genLeonard Wolf's "The Village in the ius; and excellent work by Mr. Frank Jungle" for its touching record of Harris, Miss Sheila Kaye Smith, Mr. struggle of a simple folk against the Compton MacKenzie, Mr. Marmaduke forces of nature. Sir Hugh Clifford, Pickthall, Miss Violet Hunt, Mr. Grant and a newcomer, Mrs. Bridget Mac- Richards, Mrs. Henry Dudeney, Mrs. lagan, must be mentioned for the truth- Belloc Lowndes, Miss M. P. Willcocks, fulness of their descriptions of the Miss Letts, Mr. Richard Curle, Mr. H. East. Of special brilliancy and charm A. Vachell, Mr. W. P. Maxwell, Mr. A. was Mr. H. De Vere Stackpoole's H. Holmes, "George A. Birmingham,” story of ancient Athenian life, “The and Mr. Maurice Drake must also be Street of the Flute Player," though the chronicled. Of the

original historical novel seems doomed to forces, Mr. H. D. Lawrence would languish, despite a charming story of appear to be the most considerElizabethan Ireland, "The Wooing of able. One surmises that the younger Estercell" by Mr.Ernest Rhys, and Miss generation, while growing impatient Marjorie Bowen's sustained efforts in of the close and scrupulous observaher series of romances of the Dutch tion of life that is the basis of the Republic

realistic novel, does not yet see its But to return to exponents of the way back to romance, and Mr. Hugh psychological novel proper, Mr. Oliver Walpole's "Fortitude” illustrates its Onions must be named as standing by difficulty.

The Nation.



Not clamor nor the buzzing of the crowd,
Bridges, beset the lonely way you took;
The mountain path, the laurel-shelter'd nook,
The upland peak earth-hidden in a cloud.
The skyey places-here your spirit proud
Could meet its peers, the lowland rout forsook;
Here were your palimpsest and singing-book,

Here scope and silence, singing-robe and shroud.

Let England learn of thee her ancient way
Long time forgot: the glory of the swift
Is swiftness, not acclaim, and to the strong
The joy of battle battle's meed. Thy song
Will call no clearer, nor less surely lift

Our hearts to Beauty for thy crown of bay.
The Westminster Gazette.

Maurice Hewlett.


To their "Little Cousin Series" which of a volume on "Oliver Hazard Perry is intended to give to young readers, and the Battle of Lake Erie" which through stories and character studies, will serve a useful purpose, in this cena more vivid idea of conditions of life tennial year, in reviving the memory in different countries, L. C. Page & of the brave young commander who Co. have added "Our Little Austrian was the chief figure in that memorable Cousin" by Florence E. Mendel, with and decisive battle. The author half a dozen or more illustrations sketches the career of his subject both by Diantha Horne Marlowe. From before and after the battle, but he de the same publishers comes “Little votes most of his space to a full and Rhymer," a book of clever verses and graphic narrative of the battle itself. amusing pictures by Nell Thornton; He writes with spirit and enthusiasm and "Jenny's Bird-House," by Lillie and so vividly as to bring before the Fuller Merriam, a book for the young- reader's eye every incident of the batest readers.

tle. The interest and value of the book

are enhanced by the reproduction of L. C. Page & Co. make two mid. several rare engravings, among them a summer additions to their books for picture of the battle and one of Perry young people. “Peggy Raymond's Va- transferring his flag to the Niagara. cation" by Harriet Lummis Smith, is There is also a fine picture of the the second volume in the “Friendly splendid memorial at Put-in Bay. Terrace Series" and carries the four girls of the earlier story and several Has any statistician estimated the of their friends, suitably chaperoned, number of entirely different Irelands into a summer cottage for two months described by Irish authors since the of diverting and sometimes exciting days of "Castle Rackrent?" Has any experiences. "The Pioneer Boys of author, Irish or otherwise, ever so de the Mississippi," by Harrison Adams, scribed a single handbreath of Irish is the third volume of the “Young soil, without being told by more IrishPioneer Series.” There are hunting men than it pleased him to count that adventures, there are real Indians, and he was a teller of falsehoods, and that there are enough stirring experiences the truth was not in him? If such to hold the attention of the boy reader there be, assuredly the fairies danced from the first page to the last. Both around his cradle, four-leaved clovers books are illustrated.

spring up in his footsteps, and horse

shoes hang themselves over all his James C. Mills is the author, and doors and windows. Nevertheless, the John Phelps of Detroit is the publisher George H. Doran Company calls G. A.

Birmingham, known to a world of would have none of Ibsen, for example, death and taxes as the Rev. 0. Han- in spite of the Ibsenites; he disliked nay, “the most racially typical of his the Hardy of “Tess” and “Jude the present-day countrymen," and thus he Obscure" although he had been pleased is introduced to readers of his “The by “Far from the Madding Crowd;" he Adventures of Dr. Whitty.” In this did not fulfil the duty of the good novel, he exposes the little weaknesses American to open his mouth and shut of Irish character and shows how his eyes and thankfully accept whateasily a skillful hand may play upon ever Howells and James might choose them. His hero controls the priest to give him; he had an opinion of his and the parson of the little Connacht own as to Bret Harte and Meredith, ana coast-town of his residence, and gently expressed it; and from all judiciously guides the two landbolders of the place advertised vileness he turned with in the way in which they should go, by frank disgust. He made pictures of the suggestions skillfully fitted to the chief Morgan horses beloved and cherished weakness of each one of them, and by Vermonters; he made sympathetic artfully concealed by affected frankness illustrations for Andersen and for and deference. Mr. Hannay leads him "Cinderella”; he sketched the French from victory to victory; and so man- Canadian and other quaint figures of ages that the climax is easy and the lumber camps. He perceived the natural, yet more Irish than the feats possibilities of the lumber forest if leading to it. A more cheerful group properly and intelligently treated in. of tales has not been gathered for stead of being wastefully destroyed, years, and it will be found an agree and spared no pains to lay them before able companion for a summer journey. a friend. His "Stowe Notes," classified

by months, make a vivid calendar; his Since Stevenson's death and the fol- note-books supply additional observalowing outburst of loving praise, it is tions for four months. The records of not necessary to bid even the stupid to his journeys in the South, in New York render homage to one who conquers and in the Adirondacks show that his his weak body, compelling it to allow artist eye was always on the alert. him to reign happily in the Kingdom of His verses, which occupy the last ifhis mind; but it is not alwaws teen pages of the volume, are proof possible for spectators not to rebel that his critical faculty was sensitive against the fate of genius doomed to when exercised upon his own producspend half its spiritnal strength in tions. His canvases won the highest fighting its physical weakness. For in- praise from competent judges; but the stance, here is “Stowe Notes; Letters sentence in which he himself summed and Verses," by Edward Martin Taber. up his work is the best criticism of the The author was a New York artist who man. During the week before his died when but thirty-three years of death, he wrote to his sister, “What a age, having spent the last third of his gift life was, not a right!" Evidently allotted time in the only climate toler- he did not feel the spectator's dissatisable to his lungs, the crystalline cold faction. His editor "F. T. H.” is only winters and temperate summers of just when she writes "his character is Vermont. Here he worked with pencil an undying possession to those who and brush, here he read eagerly but knew him." This is a book for all who critically, and wrote keenly, bravely, can properly appreciate a manly man. and with delightful independence. He Houghton Mifflin Company,

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The Coming American Tariff. By Edward Stanwood.

EDINBURGH REVIEW 451 The Fallacy of Eugenics. By J. Parton Milum.

LONDON QUARTERLY REVIBW 463 Color-Blind. Chapters XVII, and XVIII. By Alice Perrin, (To be continued.)

TIMES 468 Laurence Sterne. By Professor George Saintsbury. BOOKMAN 480 An Irish Morning. By Katharine Tynan. BRITISH REVIEW 485 Hil. By M. Edith Durham.

CORNHILL MAGAZINE 493 The Impotence of Europe.


PUNOH 504 A Revolution of the Whites.

Tango. By Filson Young.

The Whistler. By E. M. Cook.

Midsummer Night's Rain. By John Svinnerton Phillimore.

NEW WITNESS 450 Beauty. By John Masefield.

450 The Riddle. By Arthur H. Adams.



The Birthday Present. By A.A.M.




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Plumb-downward dropping rain, each

moment, everywhere, Pinches the fairy strings and plays

on elfin stops · For that green secret air which these

alone express.

John Swinnerton Phillimore. The New Witness.

Beside the doorway of a country inn
One stood and whistled right melo

He whistled as the birds, scarce

dreaming why, Save that with all fair things his heart

was kin. And as he stood a-whistling, from

within The hostel, oft broke in upon the

song The uncouth voices of a rustic

throng Who marked the tale a wanton churl

did spin, The discord hushed, the melody would

merge. Triumphant, clearer-sweeter than


Until a very rapture smote the ear Of one who trod the long lane's dust

strewn verge: So Love stands, making music at the

door. One lists perchance—the rest nor heed nor hear.

E. M. Cook. The Bookman.

I have seen dawn and sunset on moors

and windy hills
Coming in solemn beauty like slow old

tunes of Spain: I have seen the lady April bringing

the daffodils, Bringing the springing grass and the

soft warm April rain.

I have heard the song of the blossoms

and the old chant of the sea, And seen strange lands from under the

arched white sails of ships; But the loveliest things of beauty God

ever has showed to me, Are her voice, and her hair, and eyes,

and the dear red curve of her lips.

John Masefield.



I stood beneath the Night's unmoved No wind, nor moon, nor stars; but the

expanse. blind swoon of night

And lo! upon the fallow darkness Begins to quicken at large and creep with doubtful sound.

Like seeds, the stars; or bright conHark! In the trellis, red-rose man

fetti thrown tled, white-rose-crowned. . . ?

Upon the dusty floor of Circumstance; 'Twas only a fond, half-waking bird,

Or hung, a jewelled necklace, to enfor mere delight

hance Must jubilate aloud or break his heart

The throat of Night! And to some outright;

Power unknown
And now, so soon, being drowsy,

I cried, "Is Man then but a mote alone
ere he'd time to expound
One half his text, falls dozing, Caught in a falling rain-drop_dust of

Chance?" but all around

Yet in the desert of this sterile Space The night conspires in whisper. One great cloud, from height

A living moss upon a crumbling clod

Tenacious finds a brief abiding place: To depth, from hill to sea, one cloud

An Insignificance that has its dream

A mind that reads a meaning in the possesses the air; Whereout, honey-breathing

scheme hedge and field and copse,

A heart whose craving dares create a Rain, rain with soft, incessant million

God! fold caress,

Arthur H. Adams.


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